Kevin was halfway through the case file. He’d written down a timeline and was making a list of people related to the case and their particular relationship to it. He’d used several different sheets all scattered across his desk, so he could see the entire work. At the top were the two pictures of Hernando. He was starting on a list of times to verify alibis against when his phone buzzed.
“Yeah, Gould here,” He paused, listening.
“Hey John, you staying busy?” He slid the case file away a few inches. “Has anyone with the university administration been notified?” he asked. He played with a pencil. “Well, we need to make sure they are.” He looked at his watch, “I need to tidy up some paperwork and I’ll head right over. Is the scene secure?” he paused. “Good. I’m on my way.” He hung up.
He jammed all the papers back into the case file and shoved it quickly in a draw. Grabbing his coat off the back of his chair, he threw it on while fishing for his car key all while walking toward the door. His hand was on the door when his phone buzzed again.
“Yeah, Gould,”
Long pause.
His left eyebrow slowly drew upwards. “You’re kidding.” He stared intently at the wall while he listened. “Yeah, I think you should wake up the chief, he’d want to know. In fact, he’ll probably want to go to the crime scene.” Kevin shook his head in disbelief. “A Memorite murdered. This’ll make national news. We’d better make sure we cross all our I’s and dot all our T’s hadn’t we.” He paused, then frowned, and let his eyes roll upwards. “Uh, yeah I know I got ‘em backward, it was a joke.”